Sainthood by Slaughter

It is done
The injustice of my rubicon
Matters little to me..
But that i won and a corpse
My trophy

I have turned bones into an alter
Of my cold hearts cathedral
I Genuflect before them in worship

Of my bloody thrill kill
Instead of the humiliating kneel
Of cock suck
And other pre fuck duties
Done to his scorching approval

I light a candle
Let it burn for ages
(as i did)
Smile: a new pleasure
In image of blood drops drip
As i watch scarlet wax fall

Where his monstrously
Watching...Watching...Watching
Eyes will never be again
And into dark hollow sockets

I light incense
And rest it between gaping jaw
Now slack and white
Disturbed: apears as if laughing
Done with being mocked

Once more
I pick up axe handle
Whack!
Laughter has stopped

I pray a rosary
Then wind it through alabaster claws